So here's my dilemma.
I'm a Program Manager for an IT firm. I work in one of our three corporate offices. One of my friends and colleagues is a Chinese woman named Zhang Li. She's friendly, pretty, well built, and I find her accent really hot in an "Asian Chix" kind of way if you know what I mean. I've heard for years the legend of the infamous Chinese tickle torture. I fantasized about being tickled by her and just the thought of it would drive me mad with lust.
One day our weekly staff meeting was over early. Everybody else left the conference room. We still had a half hour reserved on the room so I decided to type up the meeting minutes. I noticed that Zhang Li had also stayed and was typing on her laptop.
"Looks like we both had the same idea," I said.
She smiled and said, "Great minds think alike, no?"
We worked in silence for about 5 minutes. During that time, I noticed her rubbing her neck frequently. "Are you sore," I asked.
"Yes, I think I have muscle spasm," she winced.
I made a very quick decision. I knew that it was crossing a line, but I took a chance. "Here let me help," I said as I stood up and walked over to her. I watched her for any reaction, but her expression didn't change. Knowing I could get into serious trouble but hoping for the best, I began massaging her neck and between her shoulders.
You ever have that moment of uncertainty, where you've just stepped out on a limb, and you're not sure it will hold you? It seems to last indefinitely.
She put her hands in her lap and bowed her head slightly, which I took as a sign to continue. Having done this many times with various people over the years, I was able to find the source of her tension and work on it. Ten minutes later, she was feeling a lot better and thanked me.
I didn't tell anybody about it and neither did she. About two weeks later, she IM'ed me over Lync, and asked me if I would massage her neck again. We found an empty conference room and once again, I worked on her neck, and down her spine. She really liked it and thanked me. "One of these days, I'm going to have to return the favor," she laughed.
I joked and said she could do my MPS (Monthly Program Status) report if she wanted. She laughed and that was that. But from time to time I would ask her if she wanted a massage, and she rarely ever declined. We'd find an empty conference room and I would massage her. Sometimes, if she was wearing pants instead of a skirt, I'd have her lie on the conference table and massage her whole body. I'd stretch her calf and hamstring muscles, and massage them thoroughly. I have to admit, I took great delight in massaging her thighs and her butt, but I was careful not to show any excitement.
The cool thing about these conference rooms was that you can reserve them simply with a Microsoft Outlook Meeting Request. Each conference room has a little display next to the door that shows who reserved the room along with the subject of the meeting discussion. That way, anybody walking by didn't need to open the door to see if the room was in use. In fact, that's highly frowned upon, unless the display says AVAILABLE. We'd always make sure the "meeting" had the full appearance of legitimacy..
So one day, we were doing our thing, and after I massaged her, she instructed me to sit down. Then she started massaging my shoulders and back. It was pretty sweet, I have to say. She had strong hands, but they were also warm and soft. When she was done, I thanked her and told her what a good job she did.
"Oh I'm not expert masseuse like you," she laughed.
"I don't know about that, Zhang Li. You just might have a new career ahead of you." She laughed and we went back to work. From that point on, she would always massage me after I had finished massaging her.
One day, after I'd finished massaging Zhang Li and she started massing me, I had an idea. She was massaging my back, and I asked her to massage closer to the sides. When she did, it was only a matter of time before she hit a ticklish area, and I twitched and squirmed.
"Oh, you're ticklish," she said. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay. Actually, can I get you to do that again?" She tickled me again, and I laughed and squirmed.
"Really, that doesn't bother you?" she asked.
"No," I said, still laughing. "I really do like it." So she tickled me for about three or four more minutes. It was...amazing! I couldn't believe it was actually happening! The very thing I'd dreamed of for so long was happening to me! That was it! Nothing could go wrong from here on out!
When she was done I stood up, and then I looked down in horror. There was a huge wet spot right on the crotch of my pants! Instinctively, I turned away from her as I gathered up my laptop into it's carrying case. My heart was pounding in fear. Fortunately, she was busy collecting her own things and hadn't noticed my "predicament." I made sure to hold my laptop case in front of me, hiding the wet spot.
I've always prided myself on being able to think quickly on my feet. Instead of returning to my desk, I instead went downstairs to the data center. This is a big room with racks of server blades. They generate a lot of heat and so there's about a million fans blowing in that room constantly. In ten minutes my pants were bone dry and I was good to go. I figured it was just a fluke. That had never happened to me before.
A few days later, Zhang Li and I are doing our thing again. Reserved conference room. I massage her. She tickles the crap out of me. She's gotten very good at it, by the way. She's starting to really get into it. When we finish, I get up, facing away from her. I look down. DAMN! Once again, big, totally noticeable wet spot on the crotch of my pants.
After drying out in the data center again, I'm really starting to wonder what's going on. It's not like I'm climaxing. Trust me, I know what that feels like. It's like I get all worked up, putting my hands all over her thighs and ass, then the tickling causes me to release some fluid I've built up.
So now we're almost caught up to the present. The last two times we "conferenced," I tried a new strategy as a workaround to my problem. Just before I go to meet her, I hit the men's room. I grab a bunch of paper towels and bring them into the stall. I drop trou, and place the paper towels flat in my briefs. When I pull them up, I now have several layers of paper towel between my meat and my underpants.
As crazy as it sounds, it worked. I massaged her, spending time on her thighs and ass. Her ass is unbelievable. It's big, round, and firm. Sometimes I would briefly rub her butt with my face. Then she tickled me, from armpits to sides to feet. She really let me have it. She told me stories of when she was a girl her older sister used to sit on her and tickle torture her. When we were done, I looked down at a clean, spot free pants crotch. I went back to the men's room, cleaned everything out, and voila, no one was the wiser. So everything is cool with Zhang Li, and we can continue to have fun in this way.
But I'm posting this to ask if any other guys have had this problem? Maybe at gatherings where there is a lot of tickling going on? Did you ever experience an untimely secretion of seminal fluid from being excessively tickled? If so, were you ever able to do anything about it?
I'm a Program Manager for an IT firm. I work in one of our three corporate offices. One of my friends and colleagues is a Chinese woman named Zhang Li. She's friendly, pretty, well built, and I find her accent really hot in an "Asian Chix" kind of way if you know what I mean. I've heard for years the legend of the infamous Chinese tickle torture. I fantasized about being tickled by her and just the thought of it would drive me mad with lust.
One day our weekly staff meeting was over early. Everybody else left the conference room. We still had a half hour reserved on the room so I decided to type up the meeting minutes. I noticed that Zhang Li had also stayed and was typing on her laptop.
"Looks like we both had the same idea," I said.
She smiled and said, "Great minds think alike, no?"
We worked in silence for about 5 minutes. During that time, I noticed her rubbing her neck frequently. "Are you sore," I asked.
"Yes, I think I have muscle spasm," she winced.
I made a very quick decision. I knew that it was crossing a line, but I took a chance. "Here let me help," I said as I stood up and walked over to her. I watched her for any reaction, but her expression didn't change. Knowing I could get into serious trouble but hoping for the best, I began massaging her neck and between her shoulders.
You ever have that moment of uncertainty, where you've just stepped out on a limb, and you're not sure it will hold you? It seems to last indefinitely.
She put her hands in her lap and bowed her head slightly, which I took as a sign to continue. Having done this many times with various people over the years, I was able to find the source of her tension and work on it. Ten minutes later, she was feeling a lot better and thanked me.
I didn't tell anybody about it and neither did she. About two weeks later, she IM'ed me over Lync, and asked me if I would massage her neck again. We found an empty conference room and once again, I worked on her neck, and down her spine. She really liked it and thanked me. "One of these days, I'm going to have to return the favor," she laughed.
I joked and said she could do my MPS (Monthly Program Status) report if she wanted. She laughed and that was that. But from time to time I would ask her if she wanted a massage, and she rarely ever declined. We'd find an empty conference room and I would massage her. Sometimes, if she was wearing pants instead of a skirt, I'd have her lie on the conference table and massage her whole body. I'd stretch her calf and hamstring muscles, and massage them thoroughly. I have to admit, I took great delight in massaging her thighs and her butt, but I was careful not to show any excitement.
The cool thing about these conference rooms was that you can reserve them simply with a Microsoft Outlook Meeting Request. Each conference room has a little display next to the door that shows who reserved the room along with the subject of the meeting discussion. That way, anybody walking by didn't need to open the door to see if the room was in use. In fact, that's highly frowned upon, unless the display says AVAILABLE. We'd always make sure the "meeting" had the full appearance of legitimacy..
So one day, we were doing our thing, and after I massaged her, she instructed me to sit down. Then she started massaging my shoulders and back. It was pretty sweet, I have to say. She had strong hands, but they were also warm and soft. When she was done, I thanked her and told her what a good job she did.
"Oh I'm not expert masseuse like you," she laughed.
"I don't know about that, Zhang Li. You just might have a new career ahead of you." She laughed and we went back to work. From that point on, she would always massage me after I had finished massaging her.
One day, after I'd finished massaging Zhang Li and she started massing me, I had an idea. She was massaging my back, and I asked her to massage closer to the sides. When she did, it was only a matter of time before she hit a ticklish area, and I twitched and squirmed.
"Oh, you're ticklish," she said. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay. Actually, can I get you to do that again?" She tickled me again, and I laughed and squirmed.
"Really, that doesn't bother you?" she asked.
"No," I said, still laughing. "I really do like it." So she tickled me for about three or four more minutes. It was...amazing! I couldn't believe it was actually happening! The very thing I'd dreamed of for so long was happening to me! That was it! Nothing could go wrong from here on out!
When she was done I stood up, and then I looked down in horror. There was a huge wet spot right on the crotch of my pants! Instinctively, I turned away from her as I gathered up my laptop into it's carrying case. My heart was pounding in fear. Fortunately, she was busy collecting her own things and hadn't noticed my "predicament." I made sure to hold my laptop case in front of me, hiding the wet spot.
I've always prided myself on being able to think quickly on my feet. Instead of returning to my desk, I instead went downstairs to the data center. This is a big room with racks of server blades. They generate a lot of heat and so there's about a million fans blowing in that room constantly. In ten minutes my pants were bone dry and I was good to go. I figured it was just a fluke. That had never happened to me before.
A few days later, Zhang Li and I are doing our thing again. Reserved conference room. I massage her. She tickles the crap out of me. She's gotten very good at it, by the way. She's starting to really get into it. When we finish, I get up, facing away from her. I look down. DAMN! Once again, big, totally noticeable wet spot on the crotch of my pants.
After drying out in the data center again, I'm really starting to wonder what's going on. It's not like I'm climaxing. Trust me, I know what that feels like. It's like I get all worked up, putting my hands all over her thighs and ass, then the tickling causes me to release some fluid I've built up.
So now we're almost caught up to the present. The last two times we "conferenced," I tried a new strategy as a workaround to my problem. Just before I go to meet her, I hit the men's room. I grab a bunch of paper towels and bring them into the stall. I drop trou, and place the paper towels flat in my briefs. When I pull them up, I now have several layers of paper towel between my meat and my underpants.
As crazy as it sounds, it worked. I massaged her, spending time on her thighs and ass. Her ass is unbelievable. It's big, round, and firm. Sometimes I would briefly rub her butt with my face. Then she tickled me, from armpits to sides to feet. She really let me have it. She told me stories of when she was a girl her older sister used to sit on her and tickle torture her. When we were done, I looked down at a clean, spot free pants crotch. I went back to the men's room, cleaned everything out, and voila, no one was the wiser. So everything is cool with Zhang Li, and we can continue to have fun in this way.
But I'm posting this to ask if any other guys have had this problem? Maybe at gatherings where there is a lot of tickling going on? Did you ever experience an untimely secretion of seminal fluid from being excessively tickled? If so, were you ever able to do anything about it?
